New York City!
With funds from major companies in place, plans to rebuild New York have been launched.
Yuanyue Group was born out of nowhere.
Taking over the entire Hell's Kitchen, he is very powerful and has naturally attracted the attention of many New Yorkers.
To ordinary New York residents, Yuanyue Group seems to be a very powerful food company.
In response to Yuanyue Group's call to completely transform Hell's Kitchen and create a world-class gourmet destination.
It's full of wild and unconstrained ideas, and many New Yorkers just want to watch the excitement.
But, for some not-so-ordinary New Yorkers.
Can this Yuanyue Group bring them benefits or hinder them?
Whether or not to go up and find some trouble and some oil and water is what these bastards have to consider.
But for now, no one dares to go up and cause trouble.
Because, I heard some rumors.
Behind Yuanyue Group, there are shares of Wilson Fisker!
Wilson Fisk?!
The famous Kingpin!
As long as you are in New York and want to make some money, there is no one who does not know the legend of this dark emperor.
but……
Now, everyone calls him Mr. Wilson!!
The representative figure of Manhattan philanthropists, a big entrepreneur, the initiator of the Manhattan reconstruction plan, the good-tempered Mr. Wilson!
It is said that at a charity gala, someone called him "Fat Muscle" to his face, but Mr. Wilson just smiled kindly.
He didn't mean to be angry at all, and even drank red wine with the other party in a friendly manner.
The high-ranking people in Manhattan at the scene all smiled harmoniously, and the scene could be described as friendly.
For example, the rumors on the streets of Manhattan say that there is a psychotic killer around Mr. Wilson?!
This doesn't exist at all!
Anyway, in the recent support statistics of Manhattan citizens, the philanthropic Mr. Wilson ranks first, and everyone likes him very much.
Oh, right!
There is one thing that is very unfortunate. The gentleman who drank red wine seemed to be too drunk.
After the banquet was over, the whole family fell into the Manhattan River when they were leaving. This was really unfortunate.
However, it is obvious that no one pays attention to such trivial matters, right?!
…
now.
Somewhere in Manhattan.
In the office, the huge muscular fat man filled the entire high-end sofa.
Wilson Fisk.
"Tsk!"
He sipped the red wine in his hand and shook the goblet.
For Wilson, life has been pretty good lately.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, Manhattan at this time has become a large construction site.
There were reconstruction projects everywhere, and most of them were led by Wilson.
The wealth he had accumulated during his years of darkness finally found a use.
With Wilson's leadership and the wealthy people in Manhattan, a reborn new district of Manhattan is being established.
And when the construction of the new Manhattan district is completed, Mr. Wilson will officially take the stage.
"Wallon!"
"Thanks to you for all this!"
A smile appeared on Wilson's lips.
The daring boss of the Mafia organization kidnapped the famous playboy, thus starting a crazy night in New York.
And, that night, half of New York, including Manhattan, ceased to exist.
The original sin was wiped out in it.
The new Manhattan is a brand new blank paper that Wilson can paint on as he pleases.
"The Black Hand!"
"I will thank you very much!"
However.
Walloon helped Wilson so much.
But this New York underground ruler who seems to be full of muscles and has the most extraordinary brains.
He has no intention of letting go of the Black Hand organization.
because.
In Wilson's eyes, Vallone, who caused the chaos in New York, was really crazy.
That kind of temperament, that kind of reckless and contemptuous aura is even more intolerable to Wilson.
Vallon must die!
From that night's live broadcast, Wilson made this determination.
The terrifying Kingpin, what he has determined cannot be changed no matter what.
In fact.
After the Battle of New York, the first time!
In the unknown underground dark web, there is a reward of 50 million US dollars!
Mr. Wilson, who looks gentle on the surface, calls on killers from all over the world. He wants Vallone’s head!
…
"Jingle Bell!"
The phone on the desk rang.
She's Wilson's little secretary, and it seems she's busy with something again.
"Mr. Wilson, you had planned a charity gala."
"It will be held in 1 hour and 45 minutes. The car is ready. You should..."
"I see."
Not sure what he was thinking of, a faint smile slowly appeared on Wilson's face.
Hell's Kitchen was destroyed.
What was then turned into ruins and dissipated was the dark history belonging to Mr. Wilson.
The Dark Emperor of the Underworld?!
The shadow of crime hanging over New York?!
No, this is too dark!
Mr. Wilson needs a more sunny development!
Now!
Wilson Fisk, Manhattan's finest philanthropist.
The most responsible and most beloved entrepreneur in Manhattan.
At the same time, he is a strong candidate to compete for the next mayor of New York City!
Is there any better plot development than this?!
"Gangsters can now be as simple as doing business."
"The next mayor should be Kingpin!"
It's just the words he talks about most.
And now.
"call!"
Smoke rings from the cigar blew out of his mouth.
A better tomorrow seems to be just around the corner.
"Buzz!"
Just when Mr. Wilson was satisfied.
It sounded suddenly.
It's his personal phone number.
"Um?!"
Wilson frowned slightly.
"Bleeding, what's going on?!"
Bloodshed!
Original name, Wendell Dickinson!
New York City, Manhattan native!
He has a suit of armor perfect for killing people and is a career criminal!
Just like Bullseye, he is also Jin Binyang's thug!
"Boss!"
"Another of our warehouses in Hell's Kitchen got bombed!"
It was bad news, which obviously affected Wilson's good mood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The warehouse exploded?!"
"Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry!"
"Also, Hell's Kitchen is gone. It will be Totsuki Gourmet City in the future. I remember that's the name!"
"Also, what did the Vongola family say about this matter?!"
Wilson was sitting on the sofa with a bear-like posture, and his low tone was like the prelude to an eruption in the forest.
With Kingpin's underground kingdom in New York, he could still learn some of the inside story about the Battle of New York if he wanted to.
Jin Bin knows a little bit about the strength of the Vongola family!
Although he has not yet met their leader, the tenth generation, as a powerful mafia, Wilson believes that it is possible for them to cooperate.
Gangsters are like doing business.
As long as there are benefits to be gained, Wilson, who is currently laundering his name in Manhattan, can reach some friendly agreements.
And, just like those rumored through the grapevine.
The establishment of the Totsuki Group involved Nakiri Senzaemon, the old man who originally had some capital from Totsuki Academy.
At the same time, Li Baoen brought out part of the Vongola family's background.
On the other hand, the proportion of shares held by the other part was not large, but Wilson did spend a large sum of money.
Moreover, he doesn’t want Hell’s Kitchen anymore.
If Manhattan is the headquarters of Wilson's underground kingdom, then Hell's Kitchen is the scrap.
That kind of dirty place wouldn't hurt even if it was used for business!
It is precisely because of this that with the confluence of funds from the three parties, the Yuanyue Group that now acquires the entire Hell's Kitchen has emerged.
However, Wilson, who handed over Hell's Kitchen by default, wanted to have friendly exchanges with the Vongola family and make a fortune together.
I originally thought that Li Baoen would give him some face.
pity!
"It was done by people from the Vongola family!"
"That white-haired boy also made rude remarks..."
"I really want to rip his brains out!"
The bleeding voice was full of hatred.
There has never been a force that dared not give face to their boss in New York.
But now, not only are there people who dare to stab... but they are also so crazy that they know no bounds!
at the same time.
There was a moment of silence in the office!
"Snapped!"
The goblet in his hand was violently crushed and exploded.
Mr. Wilson, a great philanthropist, great entrepreneur, and beloved by Manhattan citizens, is missing.
The violent underground king, the terrifying shadow of New York, the great Kingpin is back.
"hehe!"
Deep laughter!
His gloomy face looked as if ink was about to drip out, which was extremely ugly.
"Vongola!!"
"Are you looking down on me too much?"
"Bullseye..."
"Why haven't you come back yet?!"
…
now.
"City of Angels" Los Angeles.
On a dark street.
A light rain fell from the sky.
Under the dim orange streetlight, a monster truck with an extremely ferocious appearance stalled on the roadside.
The man with a skull on his chest clenched his M16 automatic rifle.
He looked warily at a figure not far away, revealed in the layers of rain and fog.
Her long black hair was tied up high, she was wearing a Japanese-style blue-black ninja costume, and what looked like an iron piece was tied on her forehead.
Killer!
It's the killer sent by Zabo!
"..."
Frank was silent.
The round of fire just now had no effect at all in the face of the barrage of bullets.
Ice appeared?!
Frank could see clearly that when the other party raised his hand, ice appeared.
Not to mention where the ice came from, but...a shield made of ice blocked the bullet?!
What the hell is going on with this world?!
This is another enemy that cannot be measured by common sense!
"The resistance ends here!"
Sound good to hear.
However, what it brought was a declaration of hell.
"..."
Frank's eyes darkened and his eyes condensed slightly.
He can feel it.
There is a very powerful sense of danger and oppression emanating from the opponent.
Who is this person?
In the dark underground world of killers, when did such a person appear?
and……
A killer, a killer with some ability beyond common sense.
What does this remind Frank of?!
Just before, there was a newly rising legend in the world of killers.
The man who likes to wear a pink gown and long flowing braids is like a dark horse, rising at an extremely fast speed.
The opponent's methods are ruthless and their force is powerful!
In a very short period of time, many risks were extremely high.
And targets that were extremely difficult to approach were all killed by him with one blow.
That's a pretty powerful man.
However, it has become a silent relic in recent times.
Frank heard that he and the man seemed to have picked up a big deal, and he never showed up again.
I don’t know what accident happened!
And in front of me, is this ice-making killer... related to that man?!
Frank's war instincts led him to catch something.
Maybe it's a meaningless association, maybe it's crucial information, Frank can always find something out of a chaotic and tense battle situation.
pity……
Even so, for Frank, these associations were not helpful in his current situation.
And, at the same time.
Bai, finally took action!
Whoosh!
In an instant, he disappeared from where he was.
Water instantly!
"..."
Frank's eyes widened and he fired subconsciously!
"Da da da!"
However, none of this makes any sense.
Wait until Bai appears again.
Already arrived in front of Frank.
He was already less than half a meter away from the Punisher uncle.
They were almost face to face, Frank holding the gun as if frozen in place.
So fast!
No reaction at all, is it water?!
Even the enemies are stronger than expected.
But, even so, Frank still discovered something keenly.
He saw some water stains. Can the other party still create water?
Water and ice?!
Reasonable!
Faced with the supernatural phenomena unfolding before his eyes, Frank quickly accepted it.
War is war. Accidents will always happen on the battlefield and will not change due to one's will.
The emergence of superpowers, just like the emergence of exaggerated technology beyond the norm, will change the situation on the battlefield.
However, as an insignificant member of the war.
What the Punisher has to do is to win this war at all costs.
That's all!
Bang!! Bang! Bang!!
Without any hesitation.
At the same time Bai appeared in front of him.
Frank quickly threw away the cease-fire M16 in his hand and at the same time pulled out the pistol on his waist.
There is no need to aim at the head, just aim at the body.
Frank shoots without hesitation!
and!
Almost subconsciously, relying solely on his body's instinctive reaction, Frank quickly retreated.
The sound of gunfire suddenly exploded in the dark street, tearing apart the tranquility of the moment.
The automatic pistol spits wildly like a fire snake.
All the bullets rained down on Shiro wearing ninja costumes in front of him without any reservation.
However.
Faced with Bai's blood inheritance limit and Ice Escape's obstruction.
Thermal weapons with this little firepower have no effect at all.
"Click, click!"
The magazine made an empty sound and the bullets were out!
Bai, who was wearing a mask, looked at Frank quietly. He was not damaged at all!
I really want to know what else the man in front of me can do?!
You obviously already know the difference in strength!
Do you still want to continue to resist?!
Bai thought silently!
"..."
However, Frank had nothing in mind!
Throw away the useless pistol, the fighting dagger on your thigh, and hold the ballistic knife in your hand!
Frank’s gaze showed no fluctuation at all!
Now, switch to melee mode!
This chapter has been completed!